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Aug 2010
I see you while you are in your deepest blue
slipping in your daze
here a ribbon, here a shoe,
here again forgetting, too
haphazard in your haze.

I see sadness in a city
sleeping through the day
missing beauty, what a pity,
sunshine never seemed so pretty
untouched, unseen in every way.

I saw redemption and I smiled
fleeting as it may be
here acceptance for the defiled
the raging rebel wild and another unborn child
love in all simplicity.

I see your eyes turned vibrant, bright
I see your face once more alight
I see broken bones repaired
I see purity in those who cared
enough to themselves forgive
enough to again live.
Emma
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Emma  Nomad
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